This is the first time I'm writing a fanfiction, I'm sorry for all the typos. Thank you to everybody who is reading this. :)
Chapter 3 - The New Kid in Town
The good thing I learned in these few years in Homicides is to forget everything as soon as night falls. Ten minutes after Quinn picked me up I forgot everything about this lousy day. I've called Finn to ask how Laura is doing and apparently she ate her plate full of veggies that Rachel cooked for her. Berry is a hardcore vegetarian and since Finn does everything that she wants, he was converted. It's nice to know that, even if Laura doesn't really like greens, she was well-behaved enough to eat most of them without complaining. It might have something to do with Finn's promise to take her to McDonalds at lunch tomorrow, either way, she didn't unleash the tiny bit of Snix i passed to her through my genes.
"I didn't think you would be such a great mother, Lopez. It's amazing how people change." Quinn eyes me like she's seeing some rare animal for the first time.
"Well, you know my mom. I think i'm basically doing all I can to be as good to Laura as she was to me. She was never the reason I was so bitchy in high school, that was all on me. I just didn't know how to deal with stuff and, to be honest, if wasn't for Karofsky i might still be in that ?" She's giving me a look, but I have no idea why.
"Give the girl a chance." Quinn says.
"What?" – Sometimes I think Quinn puts her thoughts on random mode and they come out of her mouth without she even noticing. I'm arching my eyebrow here.
"Sam's friend, give her a shot."
"Do you even know the person? Why would she be interested in me, she doesn't even know me. She'll run away as soon as she knows what I do for a living and I don't blame her!"
"Just…don't push her away like you always do."
ALWAYS, what do you mean as always, Quinn? Grand total of dates with girls I've had : 1. That worked out really well until I mentioned I had a kid.
"Do we even know if she likes girls before you start arranging our marriage?"
"Sam says she does."
"Then this is why she's coming? So you can put us together?" I'm slightly annoyed because I hate this sort of arrangements that Quinn always gets me in. And by "always" I do mean that one time.
"No, I've told you. She just moved from LA to teach hiphop dance classes and stuff at some academy here. She's coming because she needs some friends. She used to work on Mercedes shows."
"What made her stop? There's some good money in tours and such right? What was her motive?" Not that I'm interessed, I couldn't care less as long as she doesn't get me to dance.
"You make it sound like she's a suspect from your investigations and besides do I look like some Brittany oracle? Why don't you ask her that yourself tonight? At least you already have something to break the ice," Quinn takes a sip from her drink and winks at me while I huff for the fifth time on the subject.
"Brit-brittany? That's her name?"
"Yup, Brittany S. Pierce."
"Britney Spears." I snort barely keeping the food in my mouth.
"Don't you dare making that joke around her. Sam said she hates it." Quinn warns me looking serious for the first time since they've been together.
"Okay, okay. I won't say anything" I raise my arms in defeat. These people are tense, SHE must be tense. I can't see no harm in making a joke with someone's name, i mean, people call me Satan all the time. I like the sound of it to be honest.
"I'm so happy you finally have a date" she says in a way so bubbly and I know i've been set up, i'm just waiting for that fake call that will tell her that she has to be somewhere and i'd be left alone with some stranger again and with Britney issues on top of it all.
Thankfully that phone call never comes and I step to the usual karaoke bar. If I thought it couldn't get any more tacky I was wrong. It was latin night, the waiters were wearing sombreros and ponchos.
The usual pop music they played when there wasn't anyone singing was replaced by those annoying pan pipes. Right now, it's a pan pipe version of My Heart Will Go On and I start wondering if holding a gun against the dj's forehead would be considered too much.
I don't know if I'm more offended or more shocked with the lack of taste of this place. Will Shuester never fails to surprise me on how low he can sink this bar. I don't even know why it still has costumers and to my surprise the place is quite packed. People just don't waste an opportunity to burst into a song, do they? Apparently the song list for tonight is purely latin, on Will Schuester's loose notion of what a latin/hispanic song must be. My dear Abuela must be turning in her grave right now if she can see where I got myself into.
I was going to start my 3 hour rant on how many things were wrong with this place with my anger clearly expressing itself in the spanish that Will failed to comprehend (even if I heard Quinn vaguely mention that he used to be a spanish teacher once, poor kids) but then I see my friends' table. Mercedes is looking good and Sam dropped that silly Bieber look he has supported the last time I was saw him. I can't see Miss Spears anywhere and my smile fades a little. Not because of that, I'm totally cool with it being just an old friends gathering, it was obviously because now they are playing Viva Forever's panpipe version and that song makes me sad. I greet everybody blowing a kiss to Mercedes and high-fiving Sam. Quinn does the polite one kiss in the cheek of both of them and looks at me like i'm being too mundane. I don't really care as I attack the peanuts as I sit next to Sam hitting him with too much questions at once.
How are you? When's the wedding? When are they going to have cute kids so my little Laura can torture them? I get on interrogation mode without even noticing but I get interrupted before I can get some answers. I hear a voice behind me and it's Brittany, bitch. So many awesome jokes to be made and i can't even mention it.
"Hi! You must be Quinn, Sam told me a lot about you." Sam told her a lot about Quinn, did he tell her a lot about me too? Does she know that they are playing houses with us? Does she even know I'm gay? Does she know about Laura or will I see that "it's too complicated" look on someone else? I realize I'm freaking out before i even say hello. I might not even be attracted to her and we end our misery right here, right now. Off we go.
"Hello, Brittany right? I feel I can say the same, this is my best friend Santana." Best friend? So now I've been promoted? I get up with a sudden chivalry urge…maybe not so sudden i'm just following Quinn's cue and my dazzling skills are most definitely off. Dazzling, do people even use that word anymore? Anyway, I take a deep breath just like when I'm about to look at a corpse and then I move.
Brittany is standing there, smiling sweetly and, I dare say, shyly. She's waiting for me to do something, but what? It's not as if I can think properly. She has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen but I bet everybody says that to her. Oh-so-blue eyes, like clear sea water, like the cloudless sky, so clear you can feel yourself drown in them…she must have heard it all. I can't stop myself thinking none of those comparisons actually … compare. That sounded a lot cheesier than I meant it to be, I swear.
I take the hand she has stretched for me and manage to smile – woah two actions at the same time, you excel at this – and try to think of something to stop that soft puzzled look from becoming an actual frown.
"You are very pretty. They have not lied to me." Oh shit, that was meant to stay inside my , really?
"Thank you, I can see you've stolen my seat." She giggles and lightens the mood instantly…i mean for the other guys because i'm here blushing like silly and muttering excuses and getting me another chair.
"I swear I was going to say something but she didn't stop asking me questions since she sat down" Sam says, trying to excuse himself.
I can't really tell if Quinn and her are doing it on purpose but, by the time I get back at the table, the only free space is between them.
"Why are you doing this to me again?" I whisper on Quinn's ear as I settle in and she just gives me a sly smile and whispers back "you'll thank me later".
So everybody starts talking again and I do my best to ignore Brittany even if her hair keeps tickling me when she ducks her head to laugh at some silly story Sam is telling her. I'm just pretending to pay attention to Mercedes tale of some wierd Hollywood's star behaviour on the latest event she attended. I'm secretly thanking myself for choosing this top that covers just one of my shoulders, specially since the bare one is on Britt-Britt's side, therefore being tickled. Britt-Britt? Where did that came from? Seriously am I just making up a nickname for her? I should work on actually using phrases around her since I'm obviously failing at this.
I'm interrupted midthought by Will Schuester and by the way he is dressed I'm half expecting him to be riding a llama.
"Hola chicos y chicas! Buenas Noches! Ay Caramba! Dios Mio!" – I feel Quinn's hand on my thigh grounding me so I can't fly at his throat for disrespecting my ancestors with a lousier spanish than Lady Gaga's. – "What can I get you guys, tonight?"
Everybody orders around but I keep it simple, I'll have a beer and give a chance to Will's nachos. Will's wife, Emma, is in the kitchen tonight and this surprises me. From what I've seen in the times we came here before she seemed a little on the OCD side. I've never seen cleaner tables so I'm not complaining. I'm lost in thought when Brittany taps on my bare shoulder and i jump.
"Sorry" She whispers softly and I feel guilty, I'm going out of my way to ignore her and she knows it. If only she was a little less beautiful I could look at her without blushing and start a conversation. "It's just that until you ordered the nachos I hadn't noticed how hungry I was. Do you mind if I have some of yours? I came straight from the dance studio to meet you guys, didn't get anything to eat... I guess it was kind of stupid to order a Margarita and not think of food." She looks down and all I want is to bring her eyes back up.
"It's not stupid. At all, I always forget eating before coming to this things. Besides its way too much for just one person and Quinn already took me out to dinner so…" I talk so fast without barely breathing as I speak. "Not to mention that it's normal, if Sam was yapping all the time…I'd forget everything but my need to drown his words in alcohol." I hear Sam's annoyed "HEY!" but i don't actually process it. She was smiling at me again and it felt surprisingly heartwarming. "in conclusion, you can have some of mine."
"But I'll pay…" I cut her off before I can stop myself.
"No way, now I can make it up for stealing your chair. But if you insist you can buy me a drink some other time." Did I really just said that?
She blushes but I can't really notice it because i'm too busy noticing how warm my cheeks are and how stupid that must have sounded. Specially since I haven't had a decent conversation with her yet so I'm opening my mouth to apologize when she looks me in the eye and i can't really think anymore. How does she do that?
"It's a deal." Her grin is so wide and there's this sparkle in her eye. "I was so scared of how I would fit in here. Everybody says New Yorkers are not nice but you guys are proving me otherwise. So thank you for inviting me out tonight." She says to everybody and I'm sure she's the sweetest person on earth. She keeps smiling and I keep watching her. Her long blonde hair is something out of this world and she's like nothing you have ever seen and you can't help to wonder what would be to be around her ALL the time. And now, she caught you staring.. I lower my eyes because that was embarrassing. But, by the way, she smiles I have a feeling she didn't exactly mind.